(A/N): Hey! Before the release of the third book, I'll release a fanfic about the three Loric's who died. :) Sorry for the shortness :)
Title of Fanfiction: The Shadows of Their Eyes.
Summary: They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Ever wonder what one, two, and three saw?
Rating: T for violent themes.
Author: Lee1597
Beta: RenakhiteInk
Word Count: 843 words.
Fandom: Lorien Legacies.
Type: Three-shot story. Multichapter.
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One
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It was a windy and musty day when I woke up to the sound of chimes, signalling the attack of invaders. I look outside my window to see three Garde's effectively taking a Piken down. They only had a moment to celebrate before they were burned to a crisp by a sparkling blue fire.
I turn my attention away from the window to my bed. I can't believe this is actually happening. We were usually at peace with the Mogadorians, but a Piken will only come from their neck of the woods. I hid from the window, effectively avoiding sight until my bedroom door opened, revealing a man with white bloodshot eyes. 'A Mogadorian,' a voice said in my head.
I started crying. I'm going to die a baby. He took one step, before he fell to the ground with a loud thud. I stared at his back; a knife embedded in his heart. Within a second, a cloud of dust scattered over the confines of my room. I am in shock. What just happened?
My suspicions are answered by a man entering the room, obviously in distress.
"Come one, come on," he says, carrying me out of the room.
I squint my eyes as a ray of sun blinds my vision. The man carrying me ran to a small grey, and metal ship. I notice eight other babies. 'At least,' I think, 'we're eight.' I don't really know. I shudder as an old man walked over to me and touched my forehead with his cold finger.
"You will be number one, the start of the chain," he says, in his old croaky voice.
"Loridas," a man beside him exclaimed. "Don't make him one. They'll target him first if they find out,"
"Then you better be good at hiding, Siry," he said as he continued giving numbers while the battle ensues outside. The musty air got into my nose, and I sneeze.
"One!" The man named Siry exclaimed. He went to me and pat my back. "You have to be quiet, you wouldn't want us to get caught," he said as a man drives a knife through a Mogadorian, behind him.
"You must go now. I'll hold them off as long as I could. Pittacus should be there," Loridas said as the door closed. I turn my attention to a window. We see Loridas bringing a huge ball of fire in his hands and directing it to a Krall, effectively killing the winged demon.
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"Juan, huwag mo paglaruan iyan," Siry said, stopping me from playing with the rocks outside our house, here in the Philippines. My Cepan just told me to stop playing.
It has been four years since the attack. When we got to earth, we were told to separate ways. We travelled to Vietnam and stayed there for two years, until my Cepan noticed a sign of Mogadorians in our vicinity. It freaked him out, so we moved faster than you can say Mississippi.
We moved here in the Philippines two years ago, after sensing no sign of Mogadorians. "The sun probably kept them away," said my Cepan. I wonder; "How about in Vietnam?"
"I don't know, he said plainly.
It was two weeks ago when we had that conversation. Now, we are on our way to Malaysia.
"Why?" I whine as we walk through the carpeted floors of the Philippine airport.
"I saw them outside the supermarket," he says. I shut my mouth. They're here. I don't bother protesting the rest of the way.
We entered the plane and sat at out chairs. Right now, my name is Juan Miguel Dela Cruz. A common name here; but I'm sure that in a few minutes, it's going to change.
"Here," Siry said as he slapped a small ID and a passport onto my hand.
"'Amir Bazer,' very original," I say lamely.
"We're not going for original. We need to be invisible," Siry said sternly as we departed to immigration. We walked through the gates of departure as Siry went on and on about the things I've known by heart.
'Don't be conspicuous,'
'Don't attract attention,'
'Be in visible,'
Every time we move, which is rarely, he tells me. We quickly went to an apartments building where Siry settled his belongings.
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There came a knock on the door while we ate out dinner in silence. Siry got his knife and signalled me to hide. I do as he says, hiding in a pantry. He peeped through the hole as a small knife struck itself in his eye. I gasped, shocked. A tall man entered the room, holding a gun.
"We knew you'd take refuge here," he said. Cold hands grabbed me when the man threw the pantry doors open. I looked at his soulless black eyes and try to move. My attempt is for naught.
"One down, more to go," he said as he drew his sharp blade that embedded itself through my gut.
Somewhere, eight kids are feeling a sharp stinging pain in their ankles.
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(A/N): Hope you liked it! :)
Please review! This is my first try at a different fandom :)
-Lee